Showing posts with label weigh in. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weigh in. Show all posts
Friday, April 27, 2012
Friday, May 21, 2010
limping along
I should be exercising.
I fasted two meals yesterday, which I thought would make a measurable difference in my weight this morning. But I weigh about .8 pound more than the last time I weighed. Funny how that stupid number—and I know how sketchy weight is as a measure of progress—has taken the wind out of my sails this morning.
So stupid.
Because I feel great! I'm doing so well!
This is why I should weigh in no more than once a week, ever. And also! I should not care! Seriously, what is the big deal about .8 pounds?
I fasted two meals yesterday, which I thought would make a measurable difference in my weight this morning. But I weigh about .8 pound more than the last time I weighed. Funny how that stupid number—and I know how sketchy weight is as a measure of progress—has taken the wind out of my sails this morning.
So stupid.
Because I feel great! I'm doing so well!
This is why I should weigh in no more than once a week, ever. And also! I should not care! Seriously, what is the big deal about .8 pounds?
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
It's always a roller coaster, isn't it?
- I'm at my highest non-pregnant weight. I've been here once before, and my body likes this weight. Loves it, maybe. I'm very stable here, I can eat a lot and not gain; but I can also eat a little, and not lose.
- I have, therefore, 20 pounds to lose, to get to a good weight for me. My deepest desire would be 30 pounds, but I've never accomplished that weight, ever, for all my trying.
- I've been exercising faithfully for about six weeks now, after a fairly long hiatus. My aerobic capacity is slowly increasing, and my strength is increasing as well. Just bought a few new strength training DVDs to help me mix stuff up a little.
- Have been doing quite well in recent weeks on portion control, and eating less.
- Made the mistake last week of weighing myself to see if all this exercise and careful eating has had any effect. I haven't budged so much as an ounce after more than a month of effort.
- So Friday and Saturday I ate pretty much everything in sight, indulged in all my favorites. Delicious!
- And then I realized what I was doing. Same old thing; if I don't see the results I think I should, I don't have the willpower to keep going. I inhale the baby, the bathwater, and everything else edible; since eating less didn't work, why not eat all I want?
- So I'm back in the saddle more or less, and I'm not going to weigh myself. Because it's all a mind game. I want to eat well and exercise no matter what the results, and I don't want to lose control if there's no obvious difference on the scale.
- Back when I started Eat Stop Eat and I didn't see results as quickly as I wanted, I determined that a 24-hour fast (say, from 6pm Mon - 6pm Tue) wasn't working for me. I was basically only fasting two meals because I'd begin my fast after eating lunch one day and end it before eating lunch the next. Wasn't working. So I started fasting calendar days instead, e.g. fasting all three meals on Tuesday.
- The that ceased to work for me. Fasting became almost as much of a mind game as weighing was—me negotiating mentally with myself, or breaking down after two fasted meals and saying, "But food isn't bad!" while I consumed an entire day's calories.
- I don't know why it took me so long—more than a year!—to remember the original form of Eat Stop Eat, but I decided yesterday after lunch to try again. So I fasted last night's dinner, this morning's breakfast, and today's lunch. Three meals. It was easy! I didn't even actually get hungry, though I wanted food.
- The best part was, as Brad Pilon says, I got to eat on each day. I knew I could start yesterday because I'd already had two meals I really enjoyed; I knew I could make it through today because I could look forward to a delicious dinner. So perhaps, perhaps, I'm back in ESE business. We'll see.
- Husband can't do Eat Stop Eat well at all, he gets migraine-level headaches when he fasts. He kept trying, did like 20 fasts with this debilitating head pain. (Going without food isn't an issue at all, in fact he finds it a relief not to have to think about meals. If only he could see through the blinding head pain.) Finally I told him that I certainly wouldn't do something that made me suffer so terribly, if it was only one of many options to accomplish a weight loss goal.
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Now playing: Muse - Easily
Monday, October 12, 2009
I'm lovin' it.
I know it makes for a boring blog, to say, "I'm still in the same place. I don't care if I lose a pound." But it feels great. And it's huge, really huge—for me to be larger than what I've always considered "ideal" and to be contented here...it's very freeing. And very healthy, I think.
Last week I spent an hour or so on the SparkPeople website reading blog entry after blog entry. These were written by fitness professionals who compared their post-pregnancy bellies to "rising bread dough" (boy, do I identify with that one!) and who, despite being a very good weight for their height, have cellulite that makes them not wear swimsuits in public. Entry after entry convinced me (again) that the current view of the female body is so unhealthy. We look at the stars on the magazine covers fully knowing that they are photoshopped, they have personal chefs, they have personal trainers, and they can literally devote their lives to having those bodies (which still need to be touched up when photographed) and while our brains say, "Not real!" our emotions say, "I want to look like that!" We set up a mental ideal that is impossible to achieve, but think that if we just exercise enough or cut out enough food we'll get there.
And then when we see the stars in their natural form—in swimsuits on vacation or whatever—and see that they really do have lumps, cellulite, and imperfections, the magazines mock them and rip them to shreds. This can only cement our notion that perfection is somehow (a) achievable by all, and (b) keep-up-able 100% of the time, can't it? We expect the stars to do it, we should be able to do it too.
(Here's a link to get you started, if you want to immerse yourself in these wonderful posts: http://www.dailyspark.com/blog.asp?post=i_profess_that_i_love_to_confess)
Do we even remember what a real body looks like? There are websites full of pictures. If you've searched out and seen the real tummies and real thighs, tell the truth: were you grossed out by the dimples? Or did you feel camaraderie? Did you think, "Maybe I'm more okay this way than I thought I was?"
So what's new since I took a flying leap off the wagon?
Those are all really positive changes. I'm so at peace with my body. Grateful to it, even, for being so healthy. My body has never stopped me from doing anything I wanted to. How great is that?
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Now playing: Paramore - Misery Business
via FoxyTunes
Last week I spent an hour or so on the SparkPeople website reading blog entry after blog entry. These were written by fitness professionals who compared their post-pregnancy bellies to "rising bread dough" (boy, do I identify with that one!) and who, despite being a very good weight for their height, have cellulite that makes them not wear swimsuits in public. Entry after entry convinced me (again) that the current view of the female body is so unhealthy. We look at the stars on the magazine covers fully knowing that they are photoshopped, they have personal chefs, they have personal trainers, and they can literally devote their lives to having those bodies (which still need to be touched up when photographed) and while our brains say, "Not real!" our emotions say, "I want to look like that!" We set up a mental ideal that is impossible to achieve, but think that if we just exercise enough or cut out enough food we'll get there.
And then when we see the stars in their natural form—in swimsuits on vacation or whatever—and see that they really do have lumps, cellulite, and imperfections, the magazines mock them and rip them to shreds. This can only cement our notion that perfection is somehow (a) achievable by all, and (b) keep-up-able 100% of the time, can't it? We expect the stars to do it, we should be able to do it too.
(Here's a link to get you started, if you want to immerse yourself in these wonderful posts: http://www.dailyspark.com/blog.asp?post=i_profess_that_i_love_to_confess)
Do we even remember what a real body looks like? There are websites full of pictures. If you've searched out and seen the real tummies and real thighs, tell the truth: were you grossed out by the dimples? Or did you feel camaraderie? Did you think, "Maybe I'm more okay this way than I thought I was?"
So what's new since I took a flying leap off the wagon?
- I'm not weighing myself at all. I have long known what a mind job that weight on the scale is. If I've been working hard all week and it hasn't budged, I get depressed and start inhaling the doughnuts while saying, "Evidently eating less doesn't help! No matter how hard I try nothing makes a difference!" If I've lost weight that's encouragement in itself; if I haven't lost, it just bums me out and makes me overindulge. I may weigh once a month now, or something. But daily and weekly weighing is right out. I just don't need to drag myself into that game.
- I'm keeping a paper food diary of what I eat. Not counting calories, not trying to meet any minimums or maximums, just tracking. Tracking has always worked for me. It helps me, somehow, to control my intake. If I don't want to write down that third cookie, I don't eat it. Tracking keeps me honest.
- I'm eating less, genuinely. I guess I had turned into a mass of emotions and needs and I was trying to tame everything by eating it. Letting go of weight expectations, letting go of the emotion of what's on the scale, has enabled me to let go of trying to comfort myself with this or punish myself with skipping that. I don't have to overfeed, I don't have to overcompensate. I'm a lot closer to that zen relationship with food—that it is merely fuel for my engine, it is not best friend or social companion or crutch or comforter.
- I'm eating less sugar. It goes hand in hand with #3, but it's still notable.
Those are all really positive changes. I'm so at peace with my body. Grateful to it, even, for being so healthy. My body has never stopped me from doing anything I wanted to. How great is that?
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Now playing: Paramore - Misery Business
via FoxyTunes
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Statistics
Thursday, July 16, 2009
So busy, no posting
Things are going pretty well. I'm painting the exterior of my house* so exercise has gone by the wayside for a couple of weeks now, but I honestly think that I'll probably be done with that [SQUEE SQUEE SQUEE] today, and I'll pick up where I left off. Doing better with intermittent fasting, it isn't the mindgame it had been. And I'm loving the calorie cycling, in that twice a week I have enough calories to eat pretty much anything I want. That, so far, is making all the difference.
Yesterday and today I weighed 150.0. I suspect on Saturday morning's weigh in I'll be below 150. I'm excited about that, because 150 is my threshold above which I do not want to go. So that means that I'm really just starting the rest of the work I need to do right now.
But at least I've begun!
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*The painting project has sucked all my time. I haven't blogged in the longest time. But I still have to eat, right? So I'm still plugging away.
Yesterday and today I weighed 150.0. I suspect on Saturday morning's weigh in I'll be below 150. I'm excited about that, because 150 is my threshold above which I do not want to go. So that means that I'm really just starting the rest of the work I need to do right now.
But at least I've begun!
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*The painting project has sucked all my time. I haven't blogged in the longest time. But I still have to eat, right? So I'm still plugging away.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Honey, oh sugar sugar
So I ate more than a bite of dessert at the headmaster's dinner Saturday night. I ate, let's see, three or four cookies at the family tea party we dropped by for a few minutes on our way to the dinner. And then I ate half a [huge] piece of the richest chocolate cake at the dinner.
Woke up Sunday with a sugar hangover, a horrid headache.
Now I'm so glad I didn't eat sugar yesterday. It's so stupid how much self-control it took, but I'm so glad I didn't use this week's sugar day yesterday. I weighed 147.0 on Saturday morning and (despite my efforts, because of the cookies and cake probably) I weighed 147.8 this morning for the official weigh-in. But despite the little jump (which I know is carb-related water retention or something, onward and downward) I feel like I accomplished something. First, I lost 2+ pounds from the previous Monday. Second, I didn't eat sugar yesterday. I was stronger than I thought was. Which is self-reinforcing, now I feel strong because I was strong.
Woke up Sunday with a sugar hangover, a horrid headache.
Now I'm so glad I didn't eat sugar yesterday. It's so stupid how much self-control it took, but I'm so glad I didn't use this week's sugar day yesterday. I weighed 147.0 on Saturday morning and (despite my efforts, because of the cookies and cake probably) I weighed 147.8 this morning for the official weigh-in. But despite the little jump (which I know is carb-related water retention or something, onward and downward) I feel like I accomplished something. First, I lost 2+ pounds from the previous Monday. Second, I didn't eat sugar yesterday. I was stronger than I thought was. Which is self-reinforcing, now I feel strong because I was strong.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Sugar + Alyson = OTP*
Last Saturday the 21st I decided not to even weigh myself. It's been an insane few weeks since my father-in-law died—very busy schedule for me, lots of running around and doing; and worst of all, my husband is gone very, very long hours trying to settle the estate. I've missed him, I've stressed out, I've consoled myself with all manner of Valentine's treats. And I decided, rather than let a weigh-in make me feel bad, I'd skip it for one week.
I haven't exercised in several weeks—much of it is the same schedule problems, lots of late nights and early mornings. But I finally decided last week that my current method isn't working. I need to get up a bit earlier, a half hour or so, and exercise before the kids get up. Yes, theoretically, I can carve a half hour out of my daytime schedule. And for a few months I was great at that. But now mostly I don't. And what's more, I use, "Haven't exercised yet!" as an excuse to hang around indecently long in my pajamas or workout clothes with my hair all over the place, embarrassed to open the door if someone knocks.
So today was the day. I hopped out of bed at 5:15 and was done working out by 6:00, in time to make lunches and breakfasts and all the things I usually do in the morning. While the kids ate breakfast I showered, and by school time I was already all dressed with hair done, ready for the day. Much, much better. I'm crossing my fingers for a better week this week.
I really need to kick my sugar addiction to the curb. I love sugar, and I eat way too much of it. And then, because I've already eaten some, I eat more. And I crave it. And I don't feel full from good, healthy food until I've had something sugary as a chaser. And I can easily eat as many calories of sugar as I do of food, ack. So I'm trying to cut out refined sugars this week. I'm not cutting out fruits or breads or any of the healthy things that contain sugar-like molecules, that would be unmanageable; but I 'm trying to get the treat consumption under control so I'm not always thinking about and looking for sugary treats.
It'll be tough, I'm not going to lie. This week I'm pre-menstrual (TMI!) and my one and only symptom of PMS is that I crave sugar. Like, exclusively. Hell if I want to even eat anything else. I'm dying for a cookie right now, thank heavens I don't have any. (Ate 'em all yesterday. :-/ )
*OTP in internet lingo means one true pairing, like when you think that actually Jo March should have married Laurie instead of Professor Bhaer in Little Women then you think Jo + Laurie = OTP. Like me 'n' sugar.
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Now playing: Bow Wow Wow - I Want Candy
via FoxyTunes
I haven't exercised in several weeks—much of it is the same schedule problems, lots of late nights and early mornings. But I finally decided last week that my current method isn't working. I need to get up a bit earlier, a half hour or so, and exercise before the kids get up. Yes, theoretically, I can carve a half hour out of my daytime schedule. And for a few months I was great at that. But now mostly I don't. And what's more, I use, "Haven't exercised yet!" as an excuse to hang around indecently long in my pajamas or workout clothes with my hair all over the place, embarrassed to open the door if someone knocks.
So today was the day. I hopped out of bed at 5:15 and was done working out by 6:00, in time to make lunches and breakfasts and all the things I usually do in the morning. While the kids ate breakfast I showered, and by school time I was already all dressed with hair done, ready for the day. Much, much better. I'm crossing my fingers for a better week this week.
I really need to kick my sugar addiction to the curb. I love sugar, and I eat way too much of it. And then, because I've already eaten some, I eat more. And I crave it. And I don't feel full from good, healthy food until I've had something sugary as a chaser. And I can easily eat as many calories of sugar as I do of food, ack. So I'm trying to cut out refined sugars this week. I'm not cutting out fruits or breads or any of the healthy things that contain sugar-like molecules, that would be unmanageable; but I 'm trying to get the treat consumption under control so I'm not always thinking about and looking for sugary treats.
It'll be tough, I'm not going to lie. This week I'm pre-menstrual (TMI!) and my one and only symptom of PMS is that I crave sugar. Like, exclusively. Hell if I want to even eat anything else. I'm dying for a cookie right now, thank heavens I don't have any. (Ate 'em all yesterday. :-/ )
*OTP in internet lingo means one true pairing, like when you think that actually Jo March should have married Laurie instead of Professor Bhaer in Little Women then you think Jo + Laurie = OTP. Like me 'n' sugar.
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Now playing: Bow Wow Wow - I Want Candy
via FoxyTunes
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Statistics
11 October 2008 was the day I was brave enough to step on the scale again, after a failed experiment in not weighing myself. My pants were getting tighter. It served as a kick in the butt, and revived my flatlining self control. The following week I did much better with portions, and with cutting out treats.
17 October I found eatstopeat.com and ravenously read all I could about it. So excited to start. (And so excited that the previous week's efforts paid off!)
8 November I'm worrying about whether the Eat Stop Eat program is actually working for me. I'm starting to feel like I'm doing something wrong.
29 November I'm not worried at all. Had a fabulous Thanksgiving two days ago, best vegetarian spread *evah*. Not surprised I gained a little, it won't be permanent, I'm already well into my first post-Thanksgiving Stop. Life is for enjoying, right? I'm losing weight for my own satisfaction, but the Thanksgiving meal was also for my own satisfaction and happiness. So I'm wildly contented. :)
6 December: Ten pounds! But it isn't "real". I weighed myself first thing in the morning after 36 hours of fasting, so a lot of it is water weight. I had a crazy food week and if I hadn't been fasting I'd have been contented with just hanging on to last week's 149!
17 January: The number is going in the wrong direction, and I absolutely know why. I'm eat eat eating instead of eat stop eating. :-/
17 October I found eatstopeat.com and ravenously read all I could about it. So excited to start. (And so excited that the previous week's efforts paid off!)
8 November I'm worrying about whether the Eat Stop Eat program is actually working for me. I'm starting to feel like I'm doing something wrong.
29 November I'm not worried at all. Had a fabulous Thanksgiving two days ago, best vegetarian spread *evah*. Not surprised I gained a little, it won't be permanent, I'm already well into my first post-Thanksgiving Stop. Life is for enjoying, right? I'm losing weight for my own satisfaction, but the Thanksgiving meal was also for my own satisfaction and happiness. So I'm wildly contented. :)
6 December: Ten pounds! But it isn't "real". I weighed myself first thing in the morning after 36 hours of fasting, so a lot of it is water weight. I had a crazy food week and if I hadn't been fasting I'd have been contented with just hanging on to last week's 149!
17 January: The number is going in the wrong direction, and I absolutely know why. I'm eat eat eating instead of eat stop eating. :-/
| Start | 11 Oct: | 156.4 | ||
| 1 week | 18 Oct: | 154.0 | ||
| 2 weeks | 22 Oct: | 152.0 | ||
| 3 weeks | 25 Oct: | 150.2 | ||
| 4 weeks | 1 Nov: | 150.6 | ||
| 5 weeks | 8 Nov: | 150.6 | ||
| 6 weeks | 15 Nov: | 148.6 | ||
| 7 weeks | 22 Nov: | 147.0 | ||
| 8 weeks | 29 Nov: | 149.6 | ||
| 9 weeks | 6 Dec: | 146.4 | ||
| 10 weeks | 13 Dec: | 144.4 | ||
| 11 weeks | 20 Dec: | 144.2 | ||
| 12 weeks | 27 Dec: | away on vacation :) | ||
| 13 weeks | 3 Jan: | 146.8 | ||
| 14 weeks | 10 Jan: | away visiting family | ||
| 15 weeks | 17 Jan: | 147.4 | ||
| 16 weeks | 24 Jan: | 143.8 | ||
| 17 weeks | 31 Jan: | 145.4 | ||
| 18 weeks | 7 Feb: | 143.6 | ||
| 19 weeks | 14 Feb: | 143.4 | ||
| 20 weeks | 21 Feb: | pass |
Saturday, January 24, 2009
OMgosh I'm so PSYCHED
I can't believe it. 143.8!
My fasting week went much better after the very difficult Monday I had to push through. I also fasted Wednesday and yesterday on Friday, and both were more or less effortless. I got a little hungry once or twice, but it wasn't the all-day-long gnawing hunger I couldn't ignore, at all. It was very ignorable. I feel like I'm back on track with fasting.
But it's today's weight that really floors me. If I weren't already a believer in Eat Stop Eat, this week would be my ultimate convincer. Last week I was feeling so blah and out of control; this week I have my lowest official weigh-in yet. This one week wiped out all the excesses of Christmas and put my results back on track. I was hoping to be around 145; to have my lowest weigh-in yet is more encouraging and bolstering than I can say.
SQUEE SQUEE SQUEE SQUEE
I'm still very excited to eat today and tomorrow. After a fast, it feels like a treat just to eat good, healthy foods. I've already got today's meals planned and I'm looking forward to all of them! And I'm already looking forward to my fasts this week and next Saturday's weigh in. Bring it on. I can do this.
My fasting week went much better after the very difficult Monday I had to push through. I also fasted Wednesday and yesterday on Friday, and both were more or less effortless. I got a little hungry once or twice, but it wasn't the all-day-long gnawing hunger I couldn't ignore, at all. It was very ignorable. I feel like I'm back on track with fasting.
But it's today's weight that really floors me. If I weren't already a believer in Eat Stop Eat, this week would be my ultimate convincer. Last week I was feeling so blah and out of control; this week I have my lowest official weigh-in yet. This one week wiped out all the excesses of Christmas and put my results back on track. I was hoping to be around 145; to have my lowest weigh-in yet is more encouraging and bolstering than I can say.
I'm still very excited to eat today and tomorrow. After a fast, it feels like a treat just to eat good, healthy foods. I've already got today's meals planned and I'm looking forward to all of them! And I'm already looking forward to my fasts this week and next Saturday's weigh in. Bring it on. I can do this.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Back in the saddle—giddyup!
Christmas was fantastic, vacation was fantastic, New Years was fantastic.
Ate like it was a contest and I had to win. :-/ So much delicious food! And I have just about no resistance to yummy Christmas treats. Am having the hardest time with chocolate minty cookies and Almond Roca.
And so it was with trepidation and fear that I stepped on the scale this morning, and with great satisfaction that I noted I'd only gained two-point-something pounds. That's survivable. In fact, I'm proud of my body for handling the onslaught of calories and sugar that well.
Just before Christmas I was having difficulty staying warm, maintaining my own body temperature. I just was chilly all the time. I live in a drafty, old 115-year-old house so that is definitely part of the problem, but I also wondered if it was metabolic. Though I'll add I wasn't worried (as I would have been before Eat Stop Eat) that I'd "destroyed my metabolism" or ruined my capability to burn fat or anything like that; I just figured that it was a natural effect of a cycle of intermittent fasting.
Then once we got to our Christmas vacation destination and I ate meals daily and treats here and there, my body cranked up like a furnace. I was warm enough by the end of day one and too warm by day three, with no adjustment of ambient cabin temperature. I don't know what it all means, but I found it interesting. The heat generation and ability to maintain my own warmth has continued since coming home.
But I have had the hardest time getting back into the swing of fasting. There is still so much good food around, and I want it. I've settled this week for adopting a pattern of abbreviated fasts (two meals) here and there and smaller portions at meals, coupled with eating some Christmas treats. I hasn't made me lose weight, but as I said I'm happy with only a 2+ pound gain.
And today is a new day, a new week, a new year. Today I can look at that box of treats and not be desperate, because I've had my fill. I haven't denied myself anything, and all that is in there is more of the same. Today I do a real 24-hour fast again. I've already done my strength training. Today I find my strength to do what I really want to do. :)
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via FoxyTunes
Ate like it was a contest and I had to win. :-/ So much delicious food! And I have just about no resistance to yummy Christmas treats. Am having the hardest time with chocolate minty cookies and Almond Roca.
And so it was with trepidation and fear that I stepped on the scale this morning, and with great satisfaction that I noted I'd only gained two-point-something pounds. That's survivable. In fact, I'm proud of my body for handling the onslaught of calories and sugar that well.
Just before Christmas I was having difficulty staying warm, maintaining my own body temperature. I just was chilly all the time. I live in a drafty, old 115-year-old house so that is definitely part of the problem, but I also wondered if it was metabolic. Though I'll add I wasn't worried (as I would have been before Eat Stop Eat) that I'd "destroyed my metabolism" or ruined my capability to burn fat or anything like that; I just figured that it was a natural effect of a cycle of intermittent fasting.
Then once we got to our Christmas vacation destination and I ate meals daily and treats here and there, my body cranked up like a furnace. I was warm enough by the end of day one and too warm by day three, with no adjustment of ambient cabin temperature. I don't know what it all means, but I found it interesting. The heat generation and ability to maintain my own warmth has continued since coming home.
But I have had the hardest time getting back into the swing of fasting. There is still so much good food around, and I want it. I've settled this week for adopting a pattern of abbreviated fasts (two meals) here and there and smaller portions at meals, coupled with eating some Christmas treats. I hasn't made me lose weight, but as I said I'm happy with only a 2+ pound gain.
And today is a new day, a new week, a new year. Today I can look at that box of treats and not be desperate, because I've had my fill. I haven't denied myself anything, and all that is in there is more of the same. Today I do a real 24-hour fast again. I've already done my strength training. Today I find my strength to do what I really want to do. :)
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Now playing: Sia - Soon We'll Be Found
via FoxyTunes
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Ringing out the old
I've discovered that shoveling lots of heavy snow is the best upper back workout I've ever done, and mighty effective for shoulders too. Yesterday my husband came home from work and hugged me, and everything was sore. I hadn't realized it until he began rubbing. A masseuse would really be appreciated right now—as if a rural-dwelling stay at home mother of seven could just toodle off for a massage!
Our family had a fun Christmas adventure last week. We packed up the Suburban and tow-along trailer with everything necessary for nine people for Christmas, and ventured 850 miles to a family cabin near the Canadian border. We had a fantastic time, it was a unique Christmas experience for us but certainly enjoyable and memorable. I fasted the day we drove up there (thereby missing all those greasy road trip foods, nice!) and the first day of our drive back, and it wasn't too bad at all.
But I did miss last week's weigh in. And though I wanted to, I was unable to fast yesterday. I was ravenously, insatiably hungry. And you wouldn't believe the huge box of sugary treats I have in the kitchen! *kicks leftover Christmas goodies* I'm so not good with resisting sugar.
Today is the last day of 2008. It has been a good year, has flown by so quickly; I'm amazed it's gone. But so many wonderful things have happened for me, and for my family. And I go into 2009 with hope and happiness, thanks to Eat Stop Eat. I began my "New Year's Resolution" months early, and I've already lost more than ten pounds. I've found lots of new ways to build strength (including snow shoveling :D ) and I will achieve my goals this year. And it won't take me all of 2009 to do it, either.
Thank you, 2008. You've been good to me.
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Now playing: Jason Mraz - I'm Yours
via FoxyTunes
Our family had a fun Christmas adventure last week. We packed up the Suburban and tow-along trailer with everything necessary for nine people for Christmas, and ventured 850 miles to a family cabin near the Canadian border. We had a fantastic time, it was a unique Christmas experience for us but certainly enjoyable and memorable. I fasted the day we drove up there (thereby missing all those greasy road trip foods, nice!) and the first day of our drive back, and it wasn't too bad at all.
But I did miss last week's weigh in. And though I wanted to, I was unable to fast yesterday. I was ravenously, insatiably hungry. And you wouldn't believe the huge box of sugary treats I have in the kitchen! *kicks leftover Christmas goodies* I'm so not good with resisting sugar.
Today is the last day of 2008. It has been a good year, has flown by so quickly; I'm amazed it's gone. But so many wonderful things have happened for me, and for my family. And I go into 2009 with hope and happiness, thanks to Eat Stop Eat. I began my "New Year's Resolution" months early, and I've already lost more than ten pounds. I've found lots of new ways to build strength (including snow shoveling :D ) and I will achieve my goals this year. And it won't take me all of 2009 to do it, either.
Thank you, 2008. You've been good to me.
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Now playing: Jason Mraz - I'm Yours
via FoxyTunes
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Now we're cooking with gas...
So excited about 147! I guess I have less need to write when I'm not whining about not losing weight or how difficult it is to fast. :) Stops aren't much of an issue—my hunger isn't severe, it's mentally fairly easy to avoid food of all descriptions. And working out is going great. I'm really focusing on strength training, and I've scaled back the cardio a lot—this last week I didn't do any. It's amazing the results I'm getting from just the strength training. I'm finding new ways to work my muscles, even just here at home, and though I am mostly well past the point where a workout makes me sore at all, I still manage occasionally to really get my hamstrings or my triceps or my quads and have soreness the next day, just enough to know it's having an effect. I feel stronger. I'm either delusional (which is possible, alas) or there's a visible difference in the way my arms and legs look.
And my clothes fit differently than they did seven weeks ago. My birthday was on 23 September, and I used a gift certificate to purchase new jeans in a larger size. I only had Old Navy size 8s (which are really mislabled 10s IMO) and I just wasn't comfortable—they were too tight, I was too muffintoppy, my thighs looked enormous and needed more fabric camouflage. I wanted something to wear while I lost weight, so I could look cute during the process.
My new Old Navy size 10s were, you guessed it, real 10s. They've changed the sizing. So they were identical to the 8s I already had—too tight, too muffintoppy. I took them back and dithered about what to do while I continued with my weight loss efforts. I'm happy to report, these weeks later, that the 8s (which should be 10s) fit me fairly well, and I no longer need a larger size. I'd like them to be a little looser yet, but they'll do.
I can see a difference in the curve of my waist, in the thinness of my face. My thighs don't strain the seams of the jeans and I can wear clothing in smaller sizes. Slim-fitting shirts have less blubber beneath them. All in all, I feel happy and optimistic. It's working! Let's hope I can hold on during this Thanksgiving week because I'm not going to lie, I love Thanksgiving food. Why else would I spend all day long cooking the equivalent of six full suppers and three desserts for one family of nine if I didn't want bites of every single thing?
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Now playing: Muse - Darkshines
via FoxyTunes
And my clothes fit differently than they did seven weeks ago. My birthday was on 23 September, and I used a gift certificate to purchase new jeans in a larger size. I only had Old Navy size 8s (which are really mislabled 10s IMO) and I just wasn't comfortable—they were too tight, I was too muffintoppy, my thighs looked enormous and needed more fabric camouflage. I wanted something to wear while I lost weight, so I could look cute during the process.
My new Old Navy size 10s were, you guessed it, real 10s. They've changed the sizing. So they were identical to the 8s I already had—too tight, too muffintoppy. I took them back and dithered about what to do while I continued with my weight loss efforts. I'm happy to report, these weeks later, that the 8s (which should be 10s) fit me fairly well, and I no longer need a larger size. I'd like them to be a little looser yet, but they'll do.
I can see a difference in the curve of my waist, in the thinness of my face. My thighs don't strain the seams of the jeans and I can wear clothing in smaller sizes. Slim-fitting shirts have less blubber beneath them. All in all, I feel happy and optimistic. It's working! Let's hope I can hold on during this Thanksgiving week because I'm not going to lie, I love Thanksgiving food. Why else would I spend all day long cooking the equivalent of six full suppers and three desserts for one family of nine if I didn't want bites of every single thing?
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Now playing: Muse - Darkshines
via FoxyTunes
Friday, November 14, 2008
Bright, sunshiny day
Am wearing my skinnier jeans today, the ones that are a size smaller. :) I haven't worn them yet this autumn because I thought my thighs looked too poured-in, but today I slipped them on and gave them a thumbs up.
I did manage 20 hours of fasting yesterday, though I thought I wouldn't. It was painless, I didn't suffer—managed it physically as well as mentally. Back in the saddle!
And from now on I absolutely must weigh in only once per week. The tiny little shifts up and down through the week are playing headgames with me. Who cares about ounces here and there? It's the overall trend I'm worrying about. So I'll be back tomorrow with a real weigh-in. Crossing my fingers that 150.6 is behind me for good. ;)
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Now playing: Jimmy Cliff - I Can See Clearly Now
via FoxyTunes
I did manage 20 hours of fasting yesterday, though I thought I wouldn't. It was painless, I didn't suffer—managed it physically as well as mentally. Back in the saddle!
And from now on I absolutely must weigh in only once per week. The tiny little shifts up and down through the week are playing headgames with me. Who cares about ounces here and there? It's the overall trend I'm worrying about. So I'll be back tomorrow with a real weigh-in. Crossing my fingers that 150.6 is behind me for good. ;)
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Now playing: Jimmy Cliff - I Can See Clearly Now
via FoxyTunes
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Couldn't wait :)
Stepped on the scale this morning though I weigh in only on Saturdays (said very sternly to self).
152 pounds.
Halfway through the week. Have already lost two pounds.
SQUEE.
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Now playing: R.E.M. - Shiny Happy People
via FoxyTunes
152 pounds.
Halfway through the week. Have already lost two pounds.
SQUEE.
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Now playing: R.E.M. - Shiny Happy People
via FoxyTunes
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